We can't do that," he said dismissively, waving his hand. "At least, not yet. The quadruplets would know it was us. So let's choose the latter option."
"Get pregnant for one of them. Or for all of them," my father said.
My eyes widened. I would have to get pregnant? With four pups? It's going to ruin my beautiful body, and I would look like a pig. It's disastrous.
I looked at him and felt a deep sadness settle in my chest. My father always had his way of doing things. He'd been like this since Mum died—cold, calculating, using me as a pawn in his endless games for power and influence.
"Just make sure that they get you pregnant. That's the only way," he said firmly.
"Do you understand?" he asked, grabbing my shoulders roughly. "You need to get pregnant before Heaven does."
"Yes, Father. I'll try my best," I whispered, fighting back tears.
